Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Foul Melancholy


A rant about one of those days


Digging into the depths of that corner,
Untouched and unexplored.
Patience treads along to accompany the mourner
For opportunities that are lost.

Forsaken confidence
Feeds on the mirage of my ego.
Gluttonous futility gains credence -
One step, Two step and start all over again

How many more failures until one gives up?
How many tests that deem themselves worthy of my self-respect?
Hard work is the manipulator - usurp her dreams - usurp!
You foul liar, floating by the lack of gravitas.

So devour me melancholy - consume me – one step, two step,
To leave me in that corner.
When you reach my dreams, let the light fade slowly,
Please stand by a little while longer.




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